Today was just a normal day, except for another repetitive, routine trip to the Midwife. The usual listen to the heartbeat, check the size of the belly, talk about any concerns, blood pressure, yada yada. (you get the picture)
Until I asked my burning question...
Do you think I'll progress early like I did with my last baby?
Because as you might not remember, 1 month before Keira was born I was dialated to a 2. 3 wks ahead I was at a 3. And then when I came for my "routine" check up 2 weeks before they said I was a 4, totally effaced and ready to drop at any moment. Thus I had to rush the kids home, find someone to watch them and run back to have my water broken and Keira graced us with her presence 2 hours later.
And now for the good part.
Today they divulged that at a month before my due date they would pick a date to pop my water again, just so we could be a little more "prepared".
YES YES YES YES YES.
So for now. I have officially been given permission to lie about how far along I am. I will now tell everyone that I am 2 wks further along then I am.
27 wks down, 13 more to go